Stuffed

22 y/o Sw: 140 CW:280 Typical ex-athlete turned piggy

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Before

After being constantly stuffed for the past year.

#feedee #beforeandafter #weight gain

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Little update hehe

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I am so horny can someone help me pop these buttons

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I just can’t help I’m so addicted to this feeling

[cookiegurl99-blog]

You stuffed yourself, and now you have new stretch marks on your belly? Please lie down on the bed. On your back. Man, your belly towers over your body like a mountain. It takes my breath away for a moment. Yes, I believe you that it's uncomfortable, as full and heavy as you are right now. But how else can I assess your stretchies, baby? There they are. They are so beautiful. I follow them with my fingertips. I kiss them. I trace them with my tongue. You are so incredibly round. It turns me on so much. And I make you so hot when I caress and worship your body. When you lie there like that, I just have to ride you and massage and knead your belly. It feels so good, I could cry with joy. I am such a happy girl. Dessert is coming for you, I promise.

[fatty-lit]

It legitimately blows my mind that some people don't find bellies attractive.

They're so cute and adorable and sexy and they're *so* much fun to play with. A big soft ball sticking out front that you can jiggle or rest your head on or squeeze or bounce.

Like there's just so much good stuff about bellies, that I really can't fit it all in one post.

And the best part about them, is if you're treating your partner well, they just get bigger and softer.

[cookiegurl99-blog]

I know you like comfortable clothes. Loose, soft T-shirts, cozy sweatshirts, sweatpants with elastic waistbands. You love to eat so much—and I take such good care of you—that your belly keeps growing constantly, as does your whole figure, and the heavier you get, the more important it is to you that your clothes don’t constrict you, that they go along with your stuffings and give you room without pinching or squeezing you. I benefit from this too, because how else could I slip my hand under your shirt or slide it into your waistband to caress your soft fullness, which I love so much, when I bring you new snacks?

But seeing you in formal attire every now and then, in a button-down shirt, is a whole different kind of pleasure. It’s such a delight to watch your gut more than fill out the smooth fabric. What a ball of bliss and abundance. And it’s not just your belly that’s so beautifully accentuated, but also your rounded sides and the love handles—fat is slowly padding you out everywhere. Every extra pound makes your belly stick out more beautifully and makes it swing so wonderfully as you walk. And I love it when your belly and the buttons start to battle it out. We both know who’s going to win, but I love watching you slip into that ever-tighter shirt, stuffing it into your pants beneath your belly and love handles, knowing that nothing about your gluttony can be hidden anymore. Every pound is beautifully wrapped and easy to see for everybody. I love it and can hardly keep my hands off you. Come on, let’s have a hearty lunch, topped off with ice cream and cake, until your buttons pop. Afterwards, I’d love to go shopping with you and show the world how proud I am of my little chubbster who is eating so well for me.

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I’ve never been much into mutual gaining —I wanted my guys to be big, and I wanted to be just a little juicy myself. But now that you’ve got me hooked, I want to experience my perfect chubby girl and boy summer with you. I want to be on the beach with you and just feel happy and content. Bellies out, relaxation in. Pretty boy, feed me ice cream, drink sugary cocktails with whipped cream with me, and let’s grab fries and grilled cheese when we’re in the mood for something hearty. When you walk across the beach and your round belly hangs so wobbly and plump over your swim trunks, I immediately want to dive into the sea with you and press myself tightly against your warm, soft body, knead your fat, and feel happy to have such a wonderfully heavy man. Tell me that I’m your skinny puppy girl and that you think I need a lot more treats so I won’t be so thin. When I stand in front of you in my bikini, hug me from behind, squeeze my soft breasts and knead my round, jiggly belly, and tell me how cute you think it is, especially as it gets rounder and bigger throughout the day because we can’t stop eating. Tell me you think my belly and back rolls are cute when I'm lying next to you reading, and say it so lovingly that I know you mean it and that I am your pretty girl. And don't let my big butt pass you without giving it a little pat or a gentle squeeze. I’ll lovingly rub sunscreen all over your big, soft, round belly, your chubby back, and your broad arms so you don’t get sunburned—you’re already hot enough for me as it is, cutie. In the evening, I want to stroll with you through a city plaza still sizzling with summer heat, in a thin, fluttering summer dress that doesn’t hide the fact that we went out for pizza tonight and enjoyed it so much until the last slice – and also the big portion of Tiramisu afterwards. When we go dancing afterwards in the cozy dance bar, I love to feel and see our soft bodies in motion, enjoying the music and ourselves. We take up space and that is just right. Let me feel and hear from you that I am the most beautiful round and jiggly girly to you. I’ll make sure your sweet delightful round belly is never empty this summer. I want to feel so full and proud all the time, strolling with my well-fed handsome man and enjoying life while you call me your Big Mama. What do you think, how much will we gain until the end of summer?

[wannabtubby-deactivated20260124]

It starts with a smile.

A wink, a grin.

She sees me across the room and there’s an electric energy between us.

We talk, I make her laugh, and within a few weeks we’re meeting regularly for coffee or lunch and talking daily.

Within 6 months she moves in to my place and we’re spending the evenings drinking wine and eating richly.

The first few pounds are hardly noticeable, almost excusable. “Well, we did have quite a bit of pasta last night so we’re probably just bloated. It’s not that serious.”

A pound or two turns into ten. Double that for the two of us.

She’s now sporting a little chub and my potbelly is coming along nicely.

As the holidays close in she and I start stretching out our wardrobes until buttons start bursting off of softened bellies and thickened waists, seams tear and fabrics groan over fattened thighs.

The bed starts creaking louder when I make love to her, and the couch almost seems to groan in protest each movie night.

After a year, we’re both undeniably, unmistakably fat.

My belly has swollen from pot to cauldron and her hips have begun brushing against the doorframes as she passes. Still, we eat. Whether we realize it or not we’ve gotten ourselves into a routine of eating rich home cooking until our bellies are overstuffed, then washing it all down with dry red wine or sweet meads. Each night we cuddle and our guts are achingly taut with excess, in the morning we are slightly more swollen than the one before.

Now I’m starting to have trouble reaching my arms around her when we spoon and certain positions are nigh impossible for two big-bellied lovers.

She’s starting to struggle to fit into most clothes from the rack and I’m wheezing every time I come up the stairs to our apartment. We’re both approaching 300lbs and no one is manning the brakes.

Yet still, we eat.

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Need this

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Before

After being constantly stuffed for the past year.

#feedee #beforeandafter #weight gain

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